Sven September 30th, 2013
“Is this an old one” asked a friend on seeing this, and not intending a Lovecraftian reference to nefarious superbeings. Yeah, yeah, it’s a hazard, at least when finding things near home on which to experiment with lighting. Can’t you see that subtle difference in diffusion in the third light on the left?!
So, we dug up the aforementioned similar photo, and it was the same system, different section, from a couple of years back. I’d noted it last night when heading to my planned spot, though, and in particular the new spraypainted cocks and swastikas that plaster it. If there’s one thing that does change over time, it’s that level of activity.
The main junction gathers more tags than most, which isn’t surprising given that it’s fairly accessible, and after a while it marks the passage of time in an almost poignant way. Bits that were once prominent fade and are covered, or are scoured by occasional floods.
It’s a fact of life that, whatever the motivation, people are going to leave their mark, and who knows, maybe one day generations will dig up antique spraypainted penises and view them with the kind of reverence that people regard scratched names on walls in ancient stone. It could happen. Maybe.